By Katie Powell Bell 
My favorite moms say, “Come on over,” no matter the piles of laundry stacked all over the dining room table.
Their cars are rarely clean, and the floors are littered with half-empty water bottles, Goldfish, baseball cleats, and random school papers.
They move heaven and earth just to have a 30-minute coffee date with you, without the kids.
They text you that they’re praying for you, and you know they mean it, whether the issue seems big or small.
They text you to check on your kids, to check on your back, to check on your hot water heater that’s giving you fits. They care about your everyday and want to be part of it.
They love your kids like their own and aren’t afraid to tell them to “act right” when they’re acting a fool.
They give you the benefit of the doubt.
They cry with you when life is too much, and then they send ridiculously funny memes to lighten the mood after.
They don’t judge when you have zero make-up on and an oversized t-shirt complete with coffee stains in the school drop-off line.
They see you for you.
Whether you’re at your worst or your best, they cheer you on.
My favorite moms just get it, and I’m forever grateful we’ve got each other.
by Jenny 
by Linda Tang 
